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I didn’t expect much. But I dove in anyway. And here I drift, like a net in the ocean. Waiting. To come unstuck. And maybe not kill anybody.

The band plays loud enough that our bad date doesn’t get worse. My relief when she meets her ex is as great as an ocean wave crashing ashore

He was tired of the enforced civility, of exchanges without meaning. He bought flowers for a pretty stranger. I hate you, he told her. A lot

It wasn’t the smell that got her. Because it was at least identifiable. But the fact that it came out of Al’s mouth was worrisome. And gross